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Age: 16 Years Sex: Female Weight: 8 lbs.
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Nicknames:
Morgie, Mean Covered in Hair, Ms. Kitty, Ms. Morgie, The Love Sponge, The Morg, Ms Meanie, Designer Kitty, Ms. Thang and the nick that Catster censored.
Kitty Complexion:
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Birthday:
August 15th 1995
Coloration:
Silver Tabby
Likes:
Warmth, food treats, watching the birds and squirrels, being stroked and complimented.
Pet-Peeves:
Other cats, humans who don't admire her, ALARIC, the kitty eating machine (vacuum cleaner), Lee making her get off his pillow, moving, dogs, any dogs, especially dogs, "kitty ups."
Favorite Toy:
Scratching post, trying to get the automatic litter boxes to work on command.
Favorite Nap Spot:
On top of me or on Lee's pillow.
Favorite Food:
Tuna water.
Skills:
Opening doors, taking things away from the boys.
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
Thanksgiving, my exlover and I were having dinner with his family in San Jose. I mentioned that I just loved Maine Coon Cats. His niece was a volunteer for Santa Clara County Pet Rescue, and said that she was fostering an adoptee from a feral cat colony that was (according to the vet who spayed her) part Maine Coon, and certainly looked like a miniature Maine Coon. She'd been with the pet rescue since she was a about six weeks old, but had missed being adopted with the rest of the kittens that were captured with her. (No one seems to know why, she's certainly a gorgeous cat.) So we went over and adopted her right after dinner. She was about a year old at that time. We had two other cats at that time, one was a really big red cat named General Pierre Gustav Toutant Beauregard (who was probably about 15 lbs) and also Alaric the Visigoth. Both of them larger than this little bundle of meanness. When let loose, she immediately intimidated both of them, and made it clear that SHE was alpha cat, and they could leave if they didn't like it. She was so out and out MEAN to the others, that when my lover and I broke up, he told me he'd keep the boys, and I should take Morgan. Alaric, however, had been with me his entire life, and so I took both him and Morgan. (Beau stayed with my ex, who acquired a lively little good natured kitten named Peppy to be Beau's new companion.) Morgan is more resigned to living with other cats these days, but she still would prefer to be an only cat. When I brought home Tam, she spent a couple days hissing at him, but finally she came around to grudgingly cleaning him and whipping him into shape. They indulge in mutual grooming, but she's still quick to slap him senseless if he annoys her at all.
Bio:
She hates Alaric but gets along reasonably well with Tamurlain. Then again, she partly raised him. Her goal in life is to be an only cat. She cozies up to all visitors to my house and tells them that no one has ever petted her as nicely as they are doing, and tries to suggest that they take her home and make her their only cat.
She keeps the boys in line, and slaps them whether they need it or not. She regards my husband as a feeble minded pet that I am keeping against her wishes since he's not good at petting her, and forgets to look to see if she's sleeping where he's about to sit.
She's the guardian of the food dish, and insists on it being filled as soon as you can see any white in the bottom. If I give out any treats that she doesn't like, she won't let the boys have them, either. She's a little glutton, and when I portion out tuna water or anything else she likes, she'll gulp down her portion, then try to take stuff away from the boys unless I'm right there to stop her.
She has the philosophy that humans are a slave breed and exist solely to wait on her. She feels that is their only role, and that they aren't very good at it. She's always on the lookout for a way to "trade up."
We sometimes call her "The Morg" only her philosophy would be, "You will not be assimilated. Humans are not worth assimilating. You will, however, be enslaved. Now pet me!."
We heat with a wood stove in the living room. She sleeps under it. She also determines whether the boy cats are allowed to sleep near it. Usually, they are not. It's HER stove.
Lives Remaining:
8 of 9
Forums Motto:
If you have me, why keep other cats?
The Groups I'm In:
Hey! You Look Like Me!, Birdwatching Kitties, Girl Cats Rule, Ladies club, SIBLING RIVALRY *feline*, SuperTabbyCatz
I've Been On Catster Since:
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More than 5 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
370747
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July 5th 2010 2:18 pm
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Well, Mom had to get back surgery. They put a hospital bed in her bedroom for her to sleep in that month. I slept in it with her. I made sure Mary and Lee gave her the right medications, tucked her in properly, and fed her right. It's dangerous to have your personal slave be ill. If something happened to her, I'd have to try to break in that really stupid git (Lee) that she's married to. He would make a lousy cat slave. He can't even pick up his own laundry. The last week that hospital bed was here, Tam started sleeping in it with us. Mom said she'd be glad to get her own bed back because with Tam, there wasn't room for anyone else in that bed. Hospital beds are just too small. They aren't even as wide as Twin Beds.
When mom got all better, we started having to deal with the DOG again. I just hiss at the dog whenever I see her. Tam closes his eyes so he doesn't have to see the dog. Alaric, being such a low class cat, BEGS with the dog. Then Auntie Jo moved into the yard and her little dog, TOBY, is now in the house all the time. I just hate Toby even more than Jia. Toby tries to chase me. One day I will rip his face off.
Mary says I am not a nice cat. Well, she's not a nice human. She laughs when the boys don't mind me. And she won't let me slap the dogs. And she won't take Alaric's food and give it to me. And she won't let me take Alaric's food away from him. None of that is proper behavior. I am the Queen of this house, and I am supposed to be obeyed by EVERYONE. Mary says I am mean and she laughs at me. One day, I will get her.
We have some very good windows in this new house. I like the windows just fine. Tam hates it here, but we have a lot more room, and better windows.
No one gives me the respect that I'm due.
March 6th 2009 11:37 am
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Mom and Mary are all excited and I finally figured out what a dog is: it's like that big Shannon that Mom used to baby sit for. And like that little black cocker thing, Star, that Auntie Atheris used to have. I don't see the point of those creatures.
Shannon was a pit bull, and Mom liked her. She ignored me. I did NOT like her. But she was an old dog and she was blind and kind of deaf, so maybe she just didn't SEE me. Still and all, I don't understand why they think that adding more animals to this household is a good idea. We need to get rid of the boy cats, not add a girl dog.
Mom is all excited about being able to take this Jia out in the truck with her. Well, if she would drive a Porche or some nice car, maybe I'd be willing to learn to ride in the car. But I don't want to be seen in a pick up truck. That just proves that dogs have no sense of class; that they will ride in a pick up truck. And for heaven's sake, WEAR BANDANNAS AROUND THEIR NECKS. Probably they wear those dumb pet rain coats, too.
I do not want a dog here. I plan on wrecking havoc until they take the dog away. Mom keeps saying she can't wait to see me around the dog, well, she'll be sorry she didn't wait forever.
The dog is supposed to be here on Sunday. We will see what happens.
Auntie Atheris told Mom to get a baby gate to make a safe place for cats. Well that dog is going to need a safe place before I'm through.
September 17th 2008 12:58 pm
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Alaric is all upset because mom told him that there was a cat folder in her new car and asked him if he wanted to try it. The stupid git thinks it's some sort of dangerous machine that is out to get him. Mom and dad think it's very funny.
She got this new car because some fool crashed her truck. I want her to keep it, but she isn't going to. I think pick ups are a sign of low class here. She says she needs a pick up and when she can afford a car that isn't useful then she'll think about it. She needs a Porche. Or maybe a Rolls. I think I would look good with a human who owns a Rolls.
Anyway, back to the cat folder. *I* listened when dad said it was part of the satellite radio. I don't know why we need a radio in orbit, but apparently this is part of the mystique of new cars. New cars are supposed to have the latest technology. I don't see the point, but maybe humans do.
In the meantime, it's good to watch Alaric get upset.
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